Trent awoke in the middle of the night to the sound of Kurt's muffled cries.  He looked over to see his new roommate with his face buried in his pillow thrashing around under the covers.  He quickly got up and cross the room in five easy steps.  Trent knew from experience how delicately you had to wake someone from a nightmare, especially one like he knew Kurt was having.  As gently as he could, he placed his hand on Kurt's shoulder and gently shook him.

"Kurt, wake up.  You're safe here."

Kurt immediately jumped back from Trent's touch, and hit his back against the wall.  "Don't touch me! Back-"  Kurt slammed his jaw shut and blinked a few times as he pulled himself back into the present, "Oh, sorry, Trent.  Did I wake you?"

"You're fine.  Don't worry about it."  He awkwardly hovered next to Kurt's bed while Kurt sat up and ran his hands over his face.  He tried to hide the fact that he was crying by frantically wiping away his tears, but Trent had already seen.  After a few minutes, Kurt got his bearings back and grabbed his phone announcing that that he was going to text Blaine despite it being four in the morning.

Trent went back over to his bed and crawled under the covers facing the wall.  He heard Kurt's phone vibrate from behind him and knew that whatever was happening to Kurt, Blaine was there for him now, although, he hoped that one day soon Kurt would trust him enough to know that he could come to him if he needed to.

Trent didn't know much about why Kurt and Blaine had transferred, he only know that they were in the safe keepings scholarship the school provided; same as him.  At dinner they had both seemed normal enough for him to know that whatever happened at their old school hadn't completely destroyed them.

He remembered how he acted when he first came to Dalton; feeling so scared and alone.  He peeked around corners before turning down the hallway, and once classes were over he locked himself in his room for safety.  He didn't say anything to anyone for weeks until he met Nick.  He was the first true friend that Trent had ever had.  It took months for Trent to open up about what had happened at his old school, but at least he had someone there for him.  Even though they had each other, Trent promised himself that he was going to be there for them like Nick was for him.

He could tell that Kurt and Blaine were hesitant to show that they were together, though, which was a common thing with new comers to Dalton.  Trent could also tell that Kurt had been the one more physically tormented from the little jumps and shakes he gave every time an unexpected noise came.  Wes, Jeff, and Trent were able to find out that they used to be in their school's glee club, and after Wes found out that Kurt was a counter tenor they were anxiously invited to join the Warblers.

Trent lay in bed and replayed their first week at Dalton over and over trying to pick up any clues as to what happened to Kurt, but he came up with nothing.  He heard Kurt sniffle behind him as he made a mental note to take just Kurt to dinner the following evening to try to get to know him a little better.  Trent had never had a roommate before, or even a brother or sister, and he figured Kurt was the closest he was ever going to get to that.  He had to do this right.

Blaine had been planning the perfect evening for three weeks, and tonight was the big night.  He was afraid that their transfer was going to get in the way, but he had just had to change a few things to accommodate the new city.  He looked over at his night stand where Kurt's present sat neatly wrapped with a large bow on top.  He stood in front of the mirror with his towel hanging loosely around his waist while he finished fixing his hair.  Just a little gel tonight, the way he knew Kurt liked it. 

The flowers were due to arrive in fifteen minutes, which gave Blaine approximately fifteen minutes and two seconds to get dressed and ready for Kurt to show up at his door. 

He walked over to the outfit he had laid out for himself: his somewhat skinny but not too skin tight skinny jeans, his blue and white checkered button up, with a red cardigan.  Once he checked himself in the mirror, three times for good measure, he looked down at his watch to literally count down the seven seconds until he heard Kurt knock on his door.

"Yes?"  Blaine cracked the door open so only half if face was showing.  Kurt wore his famous ‘I'm too happy for words' smile and shoved the door open to engulf Blaine in a hug.

"Thank you thank you thank you! They're beautiful, Blaine!"

"You're very welcome."  Blaine couldn't hold back a tiny chuckle as he placed his hands on Kurt's hips and pulled him in for a short kiss.  "Are you ready for tonight?"

"I told you that we don't have to go out or anything, Blaine.  Really. We can just have night of enjoying each other company."

"But we do that every night. And it's your birthday. We're doing something fun."

Kurt knew he wasn't going to win any argument he tried to put up against Blaine.  "Okay. In that case, I'm ready."

The first stop on their wonderful birthday celebration was dinner.  Blaine had reserved a small table in the back of a French restaurant Kurt had wanted to go to since they found out they were transferring.  The meal was complete with sparkling cider, and the best chocolate cake either had ever tasted.

"Okay, now you're just being cheesy, Blaine."  He had been trying to feed Kurt a bite of cake since it had arrived.  All it took was one puppy dog look from Blaine and Kurt finally accepted on the last bite.

"If you think this is cheesy you ain't seen nothing yet, sweetheart."  He batted his eyelashes at Kurt, a smile playing on his lips.  Once the check was taken care of, Blaine paid of course, he led Kurt down the street to a nearby park.

They both hopped on the swings together and enjoyed the smell of the night air for a little while.

"Are you happy here?"  Kurt was quiet for a minute before he turned to look at Blaine.

"You mean at Dalton?"  Blaine nodded.  "Of course I'm happy.  I mean, don't get me wrong, I miss my friends from home, but nothing beats the feeling of safety."  Kurt wrapped his ankles around each other and kicked at the bark chips a little.  "I think I lived in fear of Karofsky for so long that I forgot what it felt like to be... well... normal.  Like, I was always waiting for something to happen, or someone to pop out from around a corner and come after me.  I don't have to do that anymore."

"I'm sorry I didn't do more to protect you."

"Blaine."  Kurt's voice cracked as a lump formed in his throat.  "Don't ever say that.  You were the light that got me from day to day.  Really.  You were the only thing I had going for me."

"And now?"

"Now I have a lot more going for me. And I have you to thank.  Just think of it this way."  Kurt reached over and took Blaine's hand.  "Every time something happens in my life the first thing I think of is when I can tell you.  It was like that when my mom died, and it was like that tonight when those flowers arrived at my door.  A lot of things are going to happen in my life, but you are going to be my constant, the thing that keeps me grounded."

Blaine pulled Kurt's hand so his swing came sideways and he locked Kurt's lips against his own.  "I'll be here for as long as you'll have me."

They walked around the park for a little while simply holding hands and enjoying each other's company.  They talked about their upcoming Warbler events and the crazy things that happen during rehearsals that Rachel never would have let happen in New Directions.  Blaine had grown rather close to Wes and he excitedly talked about their plans to have a Mario Kart tournament the next day.

"Do you wanna come, Kurt? It's going to be awesome?"  Kurt couldn't help but smile at Blaine as he jumped a little on his toes talking about it.

"I would love to, but I already have plans with Trent tomorrow.  A new store opened up at the mall and he and I were going to go check it out, and then we are going out to dinner.  He has been asking for, like, a week now."

"Really?"

"Ya. He said something about never having a roommate. I'm actually pretty excited.  I don't know about you and Jeff, but he and I haven't really gotten the chance to sit down and really talk about anything."

"Well then, I'm excited for you."  Blaine leaned over and planted a kiss on Kurt's cheek.  "Ready to go back to the dorms? I have one more surprise for you this evening."

"Lead the way."

"The Hunchback of Notre Dame?!?"  Kurt threw the box aside and slammed Blaine into a hug.  "We haven't seen this is years, Blaine.  Do you remember when we used to watch this when we were little?"  Blaine's smile was so big his eyes almost disappeared.  "This was the first time I heard you sing, too.  God, I was so smitten over you back then."

"Were? As in past tense?"

Kurt smirked, "I still am.  Just not in an eight year old way."

"Good. I'm smitten over you, too.  And sometimes in the eight year old way."  Kurt pulled back to look at Blaine.  He planted a long, meaningful kiss on his lips, and just before Blaine got carried away he pulled back.

"Can we watch it right now?"

"We can do whatever you want." 

Blaine quickly ran to his room to change into his pajamas as Kurt did the same in his.  Trent had offered to trade rooms with Blaine for the night so that they could just fall asleep together.  When Blaine got back Kurt was lying in bed waiting for him.

They crawled under the covers together and Blaine wrapped his arm around Kurt's waist as they watched the movie.  Just like when they were little Blaine would sing along to all the songs, except now he sang them quietly into Kurt's ear.  Every once in a while he would see goose bumps for on Kurt's neck, and he would smile to himself.

About halfway through the movie Blaine was finding it rather hard to concentrate.  He kept looking over and catching glimpses of Kurt's silhouette and the way his lips pouted out at the sadder parts.  Subconsciously, Blaine kept pulling Kurt closer and closer until he almost had him in a death grip.  Once the movie was over, Kurt got up to use the restroom before they went to bed.  When he came back to the room Blaine was standing right inside the door waiting for him.

Without warning Blaine crashed his lips into Kurt's and pushed him back against the wall.  He quickly gained access to slide his tongue into Kurt's mouth exploring the familiar slope of his teeth while he ran his hand up his back under his shirt.  He felt Kurt's finger tips slide down his side until they played with the skin that peaked out between his shirt and his jeans.

Blaine lifted off Kurt's shirt to reveal his white undershirt that he always wore underneath.  He could feel Kurt hesitate, but go back in for another kiss.  They had been together long enough to get passed the awkward first couple of weeks of being a couple, but they had never really moved passed their comfort zones before. 

Kurt dug his fingertips a little harder into Blaine's hip bones as Blaine worked kisses along Kurt's jawline up to his ear, pausing right in the spot that he knew drove Kurt nuts.  "Are you comfortable?"  Kurt blushed at the way Blaine was always a gentleman, even when he had him pinned up against a wall.  He gave a quiet ‘mhm' before pulling Blaine even closer to him.

Blaine smiled and worked his lips down Kurt's jaw again to find his lips again.  Kurt nibbled on Blaine's lower lip causing a moan to escape Blaine's throat.  He felt Blaine grow hard through his pajama pants, blushing a little when he realized that he was hard himself.

Blaine pulled back a few inches and looked Kurt straight in the eyes.  Without a word, Kurt pulled Blaine over to his bed and pulled him down next to him.  Neither one of them had let themselves explore this side of each other, but when was going to feel more right than right now?

Kurt tugged at the hem of Blaine's shirt a little, and Blaine lifted his arms to let Kurt pull it over his head.  He let his eyes wander down Blaine's bare chest and take it all in.  He had seen Blaine without a shirt before, but not like this; something about laying on his bed with a half-naked Blaine made everything so much different.  His fingers glided over the muscles on his chest before he placed them right above the waist of Blaine's pants again.

He brought his eyes up to meet Blaine's before he got the slightest nod of approval to slide his hand down to palm Blaine over his pants.  Blaine threw his head back and let out another moan.  Kurt looked up at him, he blushed as he watched and realized that he was the one making Blaine feel this good.

Kurt's pajama pants got uncomfortably tight when he felt Blaine's fingertip brush against his waist as he grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head.  Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist and pulled him closer so their bare chests were touching. 

He flipped Kurt on his back and  leaned down and placed his lips against Kurt's as he worked his fingers around the elastic playing with the waist of Kurt's pants.  He hesitated only for a second to give Kurt the chance to stop him before he pulled then down around his knees.   His fingers played with the waistband on Kurt's underwear and pulled them down slowly to reveal all of Kurt. 

Blaine's hand was around Kurt stroking him.  Kurt bit his tongue at how painfully slow Blaine was going but this was their first time trying anything together and he was just as nervous as Blaine.  He picked up speed reading off of the soft moan's the escaped Kurt's throat.

"You look so hot like this."  Blaine couldn't even believe the words had come out of his mouth, but he was glad he did when Kurt threw his head back against the pillow.  He could tell that he was getting close; Kurt's breaths had turned into gasps that were low and needy as he was coming apart.

Blaine caught Kurt's lips on his and with one nip at Kurt's bottom lip, Kurt was over the edge.  He stroked him through it until Kurt came down from his high.  He looked at Blaine through hazy eyes until he felt Blaine rub against his thigh, still hard.

He pulled Blaine down, crashing their lips together while flipping them over so Blaine was underneath him.  He could feel a smile tug at his lips as he work his hands over Blaine's body slowly pulling over layers of clothes.

Soon both boys were naked with sweat glistening over their foreheads.  Kurt stroked Blaine while sucking on his skin just where his shoulder and neck met.  It wasn't long before Blaine was coming on Kurt's hand mumbling his name into his hair.

Kurt pulled back to look at Blaine lying so vulnerably underneath him.

"You're beautiful."  Blaine whispered into Kurt's ear before getting up and grabbing a wet wash cloth to clean up.

They changed into their pajama pants and lay back down on the bed together.  Kurt pillowed his head on Blaine's chest and mindlessly traced his finger over Blaine's stomach.  He didn't even try to hold back the smile that played on his lips.

"Happy birthday, Kurt."  He felt Blaine press his lips against his forehead before he let sleep take over his body.